a shovel strikes the soilin the ancient citybayn-al-jabalaynbetween the two mountainsthe red soil turnsstrike after strike a golden axe glimmersrendering…
Six years ago, I was broken, a shell of myself and I had the wrong understanding of Allah.
There were days when I questioned everything, days when the world was so heavy, the only reason I got out of bed was because two little eyes and a bundle of hair appeared by my side every morning. Telling me she needed me—and the guilt kicked me awake.
endless sea sparkling / twinkle of magic / that takes my breath away / i’ve always loved city lights
skies in purple and pink / and shades of orange / reflect in my eyes / and on the ground / the fallen leaves…
